Airport Sickness - I HAVE TO GO

As devastating as it seemed,

The wait that never was a dream,

But the mundanenistic – titillating twinkling path,

Curvy notions of wilderness,

Cloaked by modernism.

“Professionals” they claim,

Jenny bangs a stud at 100kbps!

Concocting lamest of the stories....

Sticking to the rationalistic, generalization of Poets???

Well, I beg to differ,

For I ink what my twinkling pair perceive.

Vast expanse of shimmering light,

Even when darkness follows the idealistic end.

Faces so gay, faces so weary,

Faces so in love, faces so in despair,

Faces waiting for the same!

And my hand wants to grab him..!!

HAHA! Randomness,

‘coz my fearless-shy soul,

Looked into his!

Cat in a box!

Rides the pram with a disgruntled kid!

OH! How mean,

Old man and your teen wife!

“Don’t be afraid of getting old, life is full of joy”

Coincides in harmony.

I can’t help but spurt out a short loud laugh!

Indianism of 10,

75% being children!

Intrigued and amused,

Loudness interferes and challenges,

Serenity of Starbucks!

I almost lost my purpose,

I wondered, I smiled, I frowned,

But never WAITED the WAIT!

Boredom though brewed with my latte,

Sought to ponder the happenings!

In solitude again,

I see him,

My hands ache again,

Heart cries out, eye speaks,

Seconds move on!

But why is my stomach home for millions of butterflies, GUILT?..!

I am free to watch, admire, crush,

What is holding me in the spot?

A mesh full of holes,

Yet so opaque!

SPACE OUT, WOMAN LOOK....

I spear my vision one more time,

Find myself in the fake light.

Its awe-striking, destinations promised,

The end I look at,

Is so confusingly manhandled!

Ah, a glimpse of home,

Exciting tourists flashing artificial eyes,

Capturing the land of pick-up and drop,

Literally in the air!

Ah! The feeling of home!

I smile one more time!

So close,

I refuse to leave,

Lessons of freedom being detached,

The rules drifting me apart!

Walk of fame,

Along the glorious path of exit!

This cannot be the end,

Or can it!?!

Like always the end is never the end!

He lingers on and so will this!

ARGHH, My purpose.... lost again!

I have to go now,

Like, have to have to.

Let myself float above ground,

Free my existence,

Believe in the devil, reality.

Hope to fall down,

Through the misty, enchanting,

Shivery, chilled, land of the passed on,

To seek my end!

Scared of the sharpness in my bag,

I don’t want to lose it,

Yet brave to face the slap.!

But, now....

I have to go,

The quintessential way of life,

All succumb to it,

Chapter to chapter,

With or without any connection!